Bounty

This morning before it got too hot outside, I dragged the hose around and gave some of the plants and trees a drink to prepare them for the onslaught of summer heat. I noticed an unusual object on the ground beneath the apricot tree—an apricot! Glory be! First one in years! It was pale, but as it turned out, delicious. Hilary had noted that the birds were beating us to most of the ripe plums, so we picked some not-so-ripe ones to before they got munched. They were sweet and juicy. Then she thought of the tomato plant she had brought up from Death Valley. “Let’s make a bountiful harvest picture!” Then she went over to the strawberry barrels and plucked one for the picture. Laid out on the bricks by the birdbath we had a gorgeous heap of Central California Bounty, proof that living in Central California beats living in Central Antarctica, but only a little bit.